Organists are not the only musicians to face difficult times, as these plaintive lines reminds us:

There was a young woman called Shampersand,Cornet in the municipal bampersand;Overcome by the heat,She fell in the street,But arose when heartily fampersand.

W Shakespeare (attrib.) :-)

They are cheered by a shared love of railways. Expert ears recognised a driver's style as readily as that of an instrumentalist:

K .C. pulled up that Reno hill,Whistled for the crossin' with an awful shrill.Switchman knew by the ingine's moansThat the man at the throttle was K.C. Jones.​(anon)

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There is a vantage point where organists would gather at holiday time just to watch expresses. W.H. Auden may have stood there when he wrote in Night Mail:

Past cotton grass and moorland boulder,Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,Snorting noisily as she passesSilent miles of wind-bent grasses;Birds turn their heads as she approaches,Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches;. . . In the farm she passes no one wakes,But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes.

Well-behaved to a man and woman, they turn, appalled, from the doings of The Everlasting Percy:

For several years I was so wickedI used to go without a ticketAnd travelled underneath the seatDown in the dust of people's feet.

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Things got worse with Percy:

From 1922 to 4I leant against the carriage doorWithout a-looking at the latch;And once, a-leaving Colney Hatch,I put a huge and heavy parcelWhich I were taking to Newcastle,Entirely filled with lumps of lead,Up on the rack above my head...

And worse. . .

I grew so careless what I'd doThrowing things out, and dangerous too,That last and worst of all I done,I threw a great sultana bunOut of the train at Pontypridd. . . (E.V. Knox)

John Betjeman was more decorous and reflective:

We knew the different railways by their smells.The City and South London reeked like a changing room;..The Central London, with its cut-glass shadesOn draughty stations, had an ozone smell-Not seaweed-scented ozone from the seaBut something chemical from Birmingham.

You may say that by and large it is Skimble who's in chargeOf the Sleeping Car Express.From the driver to the guards to the bagmen playing cardsHe will supervise them all, more or less.....He establishes control by a regular patrolAnd he'd know at once if anything occurred.

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​It's not all work, however:

In the watches of the night he is always fresh and bright;Every now and then he has a cup of teaWith perhaps a drop of Scotch while he's keeping the watch,Only stopping here and there to catch a flea...........................He gives you a wave of his long brown tailWhich says "I'll see you again!You'll meet without fail on the Midnight MailThe Cat of the Railway Train."

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